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Crappery: All right, yes, this is a time travel fic except the traveling is twisted and I must admit, I quite like it. Now, about reviews, I will be replying to reviews every few chapters, or unless the chapter has more than ten reviews. All right, I believe that is all I need to say, so please enjoy.
The Travesty of My Life
Two
Without giving a thought to the time, for it was past curfew, I left my rooms with the book beneath my arm and strode towards the Headmaster's office in a particularly bat-like manner.
I am quite sure, now that I look back, that I flew by several astonished looking teachers, but at that time I really could not be bothered then by their presences. There was something far more pressing on my mind.
The stone gargoyle that guarded the secret entrance glared up at me and I was sorely tempted to growl at it, if only to have the satisfaction of seeing it leap out of the way in fear.
I had just opened my mouth to speak the password when the crouched boulder stepped out of the way, a door growing and opening. I stepped through and upon arriving in front of his office; I barged in, not bothering to knock. Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk in all of his glory.
"Ms. Granger, what is it you wanted?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, all the trust I had so innocently put into him rapidly dwindling away. I slammed the year book down onto the table in front of him, it opening to the correct page. "What the hell is this?" Now, I rarely curse, but there are some times when it is called for.
He peered down at the picture. "It is the 1979 year book, is this what you wished to show me?"
"Who is she and why is she wearing my necklace. Do not lie to me; my faith in the words you have previously spouted is rapidly dwindling." Again, there I was acting in such an un-Hermione Granger way.
He let out a very quiet sigh, the inane twinkle in his eyes disappearing. "No, Miss Granger, I will not feed any fabrications to you. You have been lied to enough in your life. Please take a seat, would you like some tea?" I shook my head as I slid into the cushioned chair, crossing my arms beneath my chest. "Miss Granger, what I am about to say has been obliviated from your mind for your own safety." He took a deep breath and rose to his feet.
My penetrating gaze never left him as he walked towards a window, looking out at the very same scenery I was admiring not half an hour before.
"Alexa and Gabriel Grey had one child together, Raven. She came to Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin. This was not a large surprise for many of the Greys have been sorted into that house. This was before the Slytherin got the reputation for turning out Death Eaters and despite her house; she became one of the Marauders in her fourth year here. She had a sweeter side that made her different than most Slytherins.
The year she graduated she and Sirius Black became a…what's the word now a days? An item…Her family did not approve of such a match, for despite what their child said about him, they would not believe that someone out of the dark Black family could be different. They condemned their relationship from the beginning. When the class of 1979 graduated, the two did not do as her family ordered.
Their ties were not severed and they moved in together. It was not until 1981 that Alexa and Gabriel discovered that she had disobeyed them. On the night of June 13 of that year when Sirius returned to their house, he found it ransacked and the hex/jinx residue. The Wizarding World in general searched for her for many months, but there was no trace of Raven Grey. It is believed that her parents murdered her and destroyed her body."
At some part during his speech, I had drawn my legs up against my chest and I let out a soft gasp. Sirius had lost the Potters a little more than three months later.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at Dumbledore. "Professor, is that all you were going to say?" My heart beating faster than a hummingbird.
He turned away from the window and came towards me, tilting my face up so our eyes met. "Child, I believe that you and Raven Grey are one in the same. Her parents did the worst thing they could; they sent her forward into a time where Sirius, and the rest of her friends, most likely was be dead."
For a moment my gaze drifted from his powerful sapphire hues, wandering to the book where I could just see Raven's face. Was it possible that we were the same person? My ever logical mind came back to life and I became the Hermione Granger the world associated with.
"If I am Raven Grey, why am I not thirty four, seven actually if the years my time turner gave me? Why hasn't Sirius or Remus tried to jog my memory?"
"The Greys were a very powerful family Ms. Granger. They would have been able to de-age you into the physical appearance of a child and deposited you in the future. All hope had been lost and people stopped searching and caring, that is, until you arrived here."
I am unsure of what happened in that moment, but my chair was on the floor moments later and I was glaring furiously at him. "People stopped caring? How do you think Sirius felt when he found out that people no longer hunted for Raven? Especially when he had just gotten out of Azkaban? I helped save him! My face was one of the first he saw in freedom! Think of the deep malaise he fell into upon receiving such information! I cannot believe it!" The side of myself that I never showed, kept hidden deep inside of me for fear of being ditched by my wholly Gryffindor friends for having several Slytherin qualities, exploded into life.
For some minutes we stared at each other, a tension growing between us. Slowly, he inclined his head and stepped away. I clenched my hands into tight fists and strode out of the room, intentionally leaving the accursed year book behind me.
I leaned against the cool stone wall outside of Dumbledore's office, sighing quietly and resting my hands in my face. I despised when I lost control like that, it made me feel like I was no better than a slimy Slytherin that did not care about anyone but themselves.
I raked a hand through my unruly curls, a dark snort escaping me. I realized at that moment that I might not be able to look down upon the Slytherins any longer, I might actually be one.
That made me give a quiet cry and I stumbled down the hallway. I do not remember the trek to my room but my memory returns when I found myself lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling. A small part of me wished to Raven.
It seemed as if all the problems in my life would be explained if I was a pureblood witch from a prestigious family. Except, the stubborn aspect of my personality refused to believe that I was anyone else than mudblood Hermione Granger, the witch who many purebloods, mostly Slytherins, thought was scum on legs.
For as long as I could recall, I had not exactly disliked who I was, but I always thought that there had been a mistake when I was born. I was never like my parents. While they were dentists and the kind who are constantly in a person's face, bright and chipper, I seemed to be the opposite. I
f it was not for Harry and Ron, I would be utterly friendless. I was mentally far older than all in my age group; I was one that people typically say was born with the brain of a forty year old.
A dry chuckle escaped me as I rolled over, pressing my face into a pillow. More than anything, I wanted to find out what truly happened to Raven Grey. It was not right that she had been left to fade into history as a woman brutally slain by her own parents, no future generations knowing of her contributions to society.
I sucked my breath in surprise, sitting up suddenly. There was only one place, even if a mudblood like me would not be admitted, that I would begin to understand this mystery, Grey Manor.
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